Apathetic in LaLa Land

I’m procrastinating again,

(writing nonfiction is a tough gig)

and leave my writing to peruse my Facebook

where last month, there were nothing but posts

about abuse, domestic violence and Ray Rice.

I had nothing to post — not that I didn’t have

something to say about growing up with

blackened eyes —

except to say Happy Thanksgiving!

This month, it’s all about race and Cosby, discrimination,

police brutality, and Ferguson. I have nothing to post.

Again, not that I don’t have anything to say about

growing up half white with blackened eyes —

except to say Happy Holidays!

Besides, no one ever listens to what I have to say.

Perhaps my apparent apathy is the reason why.

Oh, can’t I just sit on my couch in between

the black and white to watch The Goldbergs,

Black-ish and Fresh off Boat.

Can’t I just skip the news

and sip my Chardonnay.

To watch Jeopardy at 7:00 every night

And write my stories —

Fictional ones with Happy Endings.

Alex Trebek, What is:

I have a dream

Or is it a nightmare?

That I can’t breathe

The same air as you

Oh, can we all get along?

Si se puede. Yes, you can.

And we all lived happily ever after.

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